The Bathroom Goddess

The Bathroom Goddess

This conversation that was obviously mismatched at a glance, was the meeting between the Japanese company employee, Tamano Izumi, and the one who would later be known as the Sacred Kingdom of Yohk’Zai’s strongest and greatest king, Huuron.

While she was in the middle of a bath, the bathroom window connected to a mysterious world. Izumi was just enjoying her baths while she bartered things with the various people that appeared beyond the window, but before long, she ended up deeply affecting the fate of that world…
It was annoying to think of a name, so I just went with whatever.

Woo—-thanks for this! Oh, it’s very interesting! And the main character’s calmness in dealing with the situation is really co—-ol! Already, I really like her! Looking forward to more of this! Please continue translating until the end, thanks!

Ah, I see…well, that’s fine, too, as long as the translation of the series isn’t dropped! Also, looking at it from another perspective, it mean you can pick up something else that should also be interesting and untranslated, right? That should be exciting,too!

Hm, well, you’re the translator, so it’s up to you. No one has the right to be demanding, even if they are, you just have to ignore them. Selfish people abound, ya know? Haha, anyway, all the best for the translations!

I don’t mind, but it would be faster for your friend to contact me on skype for those things. Have a skype group with a bunch of Japanese learners and web novel translators, so I could add your friend if they wanted.

Better yet, jump onto the re-trans irc and ask them for help once they get friendly with them?

This series is great so far. Not to be pushy :-p but when will we know for sure if the other translator is going to pick it up, since it looks like its been a little over 2 weeks since the update. I just really like this LN and thanks for translating the first 2 chapters.

I don’t think that other guy is gonna translate it I looked on the page you gave to mimi above and he doesn’t seem all that interested in it. I realllllllly like the first 2 chapters and I hope you keep translating. Thank you :)

Hi, it’s Koru from Valvrare Team. Now that we has finished Jashin translation, I want to ask for you permission to translate this project into Vietnamese. I will link you to our site. Thank you very much, Estelion-sama~.

Thank you, Estelion-sama<3. I am attracted to weird setting with good writing anyways~~ The length of this one is another plus. I hope to share this story to other people, eh- as many people as possible.

This is such an interesting story. Can I have your permission to translate it to my language (Vietnamese)? I tried to use the original Japanese novel but it seemed that only few chapters were available on syosetu. I will absolutely give credit to your site and your translation. Looking forward to hearing from you soon. Thank you so much for your great work

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When not swimming with polar bears or sleeping in an igloo, likes to stare at incomprehensible moon runes believing them to be messages from the ancestors. Until the caribou meat runs out. Was promoted to Deputy? Arbiter by a wandering Sheeprabbit on a hunt one day and brought to a place named after some person called Chan, Onii.

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Hey everyone, I'm Kou-san and I translate stuff.
I hopped on board because my social life was dying and I needed something to keep me from descending into darker chuuni pits. Now, back to learning how to run on water...

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Hello, Kudarajin de~su! I'm just a student passing by, translating stuff! Started this since there was a series I really liked that I wanted to share with everyone. I'm trying to share the joy I feel when I read web novels with more people around the world! Now that my self-introduction is over, back to my glorious plan to turn everyone in the world into bookworms...

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It was a dark and stormy night...the little slug, abandoned by all of it's friends, moved onwards. It undertook a hard and unwelcome journey. The ground was slippery cobblestone, all sunny-gleam and glass-sharp marble gluing the jagged edges together to resemble something beautiful. Walking upon the path would have hurt the slug, considering all the jagged pebbles knocked aside to and fro that it had to crawl over, if not for the water that fell from the sky and aided the slug's way to a place of suitable shells. And on the slug continued on this path, a little nervous but a lot determined, until two long shadows coalesced and stood in its way. "Slug! It's a slimy slug!" one crowed mockingly, laughing cruelly along with other shadows in a discordant symphony as they loomed over the slug, dark and threatening. "I'm not a slug!" it said in response, even as it flinched back. "I am a snail, like the rest of the snails. I just have no shell." The shadows did not seem to hear, and they surrounded the slug, holding sticks and tossing it around. "Stop!" the slug cried, but they did not stop. The rain spilled over the slug, until it didn't, and the slug lay helpless on the side of the streets, unmoving. There were many voices, screeching their victory as they walked into the distance, and the slug was bitterly reminded of the insults its siblings had told it. It did not resist as it was kicked harshly by a passing object and thrown into the air, landing on its soft underside so quickly it faded into unconsciousness, prone and helpless to any that wanted to eat it. It sadly thought that, perhaps, its siblings had been right. However, the slug did not die. It came to, after a long, long time, to see a large, patterned rock. "...Hello?" the slug whispered mutely, voice weak and barely audible, not expecting an answer. But surprisingly, the rock moved, revealing a wisened head that craned over to look at the slug. "Hello," it greeted calmly, "What are you? I have not seen any like you before." The slug took a long moment to comprehend its words, and even then, it felt floored. Someone who had not heard of slugs at all? "I...am a snail, who has no shell, seeking a place of suitable shells that will fit me, like the shells in the place of suitable shells near my home that fit my kin." "Is that so?" the other asked. "I cannot understand, for this shell of mine has been mine ever since my birth. I can, however, understand the need for a shell to watch your back and hide you away from the world, if that is why you wish for a shell." "It is," the slug replied. "It must be a joy to you, to have a shell crafted for you for your lifetime." "But I cannot choose another," the other answered, "While you can." It was a long, quiet moment of contemplation before the other spoke again. "Do you think this shell of mine is good?" The slug was startled, but it answered willingly enough. "Yes." "Do you think this shell of mine is strong?" "Yes," the slug answered, this time a lot more slowly, bemused. The other gave a tiny, weak smile. "Do you think this shell of mine is suitable?" The slug did not hesitate. "Yes," it said, and it could not have said anything more profound. "What are you?" the slug finally queried. "I am a turtle." And the turtle smiled wider, kindly. It may have been just a feeling. It may have been just a thought. But the turtle also said these very words: "You are a snail with a shell." And even though the turtle's shell was all lines and edges and angles, and the shells of the snail's brethren were all curls and swirls wrapping itself into rings of promise, the slug was a snail with a shell, and that was all that mattered.